Spinning over again and again
like a ferris wheel in an abandoned amusement park,
emitting light, except this light is swallowed by the sky,
leaving only the familiar haunting jingle that creeps
across the desolate grounds and into a pocket in the back of my mind
that resembles those of my blue jeans; where my hand finds its way
as I fidget at the backs of long lines,
awaiting my turn to fall off of the conveyor belt
(where I've been carried along my whole life)
and into my pretty cardboard box with one word on the side reading
"Educated"...
and there are no cries of protest as I am carried along to my
"destiny," a hole that has no face.
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